I hate you . || enemies to lovers ; DNF

Chapter 18

     The next two weeks were all weird for George. Maybe because Dream wasn't there, maybe because there was no drama-- Perhaps it was because it felt like the football team fell apart-- They lost to a team they beat 30-0-- Or maybe it was because it felt like the calm before a storm.

It did feel weird not bickering with Dream and interrupting class all the time, but he didn't really want to talk to him about the fight. It was really fucked up, even Phil told him not to talk to Dream after that, he seemed upset as well.

Wilbur was the only one acting off really, Techno didn't really talk about it but he was clearly upset about it, and Tommy just seemed oblivious.

But today, Dream was finally back, It was the week of Halloween, since it was this Friday, and George had no plans. Word about a party was going around, but word about no party this year was going around - Probably because Dream got suspended.

     But George didn't really want to ask Dream himself, he'd much rather sit next to him in english class awkwardly sitting in silence. Dream seemed like he didn't want to talk very much today, hiding away with a black hood from his hoodie over his head, drawstrings tightening around his fingers.

     Dream didn't even glance George's way. Talk about awkward, George thought to himself, pushing his mouth into his palm.

     "Not gonna ask?" Dream muttered, George barely caught it from his mouth.

     "What? Oh-- Uh.. No. I guess?" George said awkwardly, looking away from Dream. He stayed silent, as if waiting for George to say something. "Okay. Yeah. Why? Why the hell did you do that? Dumbass, how worth it was it if it meant you got fucking kicked from the football team!" George hissed quietly at Dream, smacking his arm.

     "Whatever," Dream shrugged, "The football team doesn't mean that much to me anyways. He shouldn't have said something dumb, too." He said nonchalantly, not even sparing George a glance

     "You're lying." George whispered to him, "You definitely care about football. What the fuck did he say?! I'm sure it could literally not be that bad."

     "What?" Dream whispered back, his face morphing into one of displeasure. "It was probably the most 'worth it' moment in my life, George."

"Whatever." George scoffed, looking up at the teacher, who stood up to do his daily routine.

"Good morning class," Bad smiled, blah blah blah. George didn't really pay attention-- For the first time really, he wasn't interested in class.

He was a tad bit upset about Dream, but it was whatever. He blew a strand of hair out of his face, boredly looking forward at nothing and resting his jaw on his hand. He was doing a lot right now, at least that's what George thought to himself.

"Dream, please step out of the classroom with me for a second." Bad said with a smile, snapping George out of his dazed-like state.

"Sure thing professor daddio," Dream said, getting up from his seat by kicking it back with his knees and shooting Bad finger guns, "Where are we going?"

"Just.. Just down to the office. Please don't call me d-- That.." Mr. Bad obviously inwardly cringed, walking out of the class alongside Dream, they had inaudible conversation in the hallway, leaving the class in awkward silence.

Chatter erupted from kids around George, leaving him to awkwardly sit alone and grab out his phone. He just swiped around the home screen, really hoping someone would text him right now.